YN Jay, Peezy - Dear Rio lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[YN Jay, Peezy - Dear Rio lyrics]
Yo Skinny, you wilyn' nigga yeah
I mean, like, I was just tryna figure out
Though like, is you really?
Like, like, is you, is you, AAAAHH
FN's and AK-47's
Unc just got out, did 20 years, he 47
I ain't even wanted to live the life I live
But it was destined
I just dropped thirty block- damn
I just dropped thirty shots on yo'
Block like I was Stephen
Bitch, I'm a hard head
I ain't never learn my lesson
Almost shot dog in his head, I was tempted
Bitch got a fat ass but it's hard
Like a biscuit
I wanna go to the fuckin' Lakers game
I need tickets
I just took a motherfucker off this Earth
He went missin'
I ain't evеn wanted to rap but I did
Cause I was gifted mad as fuck
I coulda knеw some shit that I
Didn't know cause' I ain't listenin'
I just left the titty bar
Cause I ain't feel like tipping
Threw the oop to lil' bro he gon' shit it
I'ma dunk on a nigga, better move out my way
Motherfucker
Bitch I shoot like I stay getting buckets
Ghetto boys, if they ain't rolling with us
Fuck 'em in Atlanta
Me and Moneybagg Yo blowing truffles
See the light in the Benz, they get dark
They change colors watch your friends
Niggas fall off and show they true colors
It ain't nothin' but a Wednesday
I got on two hundred first class
Walkin' through the airport
With Louis luggage
You ain't livin' what you rappin'
Why you askin' for my number?
I can't even swap contacts with
Niggas who ain't hustlin'
Real shit, I'm a different nigga
Make no excuses, we wake up and we go get it
We wake up and we get to it
You was hatin' when it was me
When it was you I was rooting
And I'm forever blessed, ain't
No looking back, nigga, never that
They can offer me a hundred years
And I will never rat this my play watch
Audemars Piguet with the leather strap
Thirty on his melon
They gon' leave him when they catch him at
Prices goin' back down on the work
I might not never rap
Yeah ghetto boys shit, nigga
Free Rio, pussy (Phew)
Yo Skinny, you wilyn' nigga
I mean, like, I was just tryna figure out
Though like, is you really?
Like, like, is you, is you, AAAAHH
FN's and AK-47's
Unc just got out, did 20 years, he 47
I ain't even wanted to live the life I live
But it was destined
I just dropped thirty block- damn
I just dropped thirty shots on yo'
Block like I was Stephen
Bitch, I'm a hard head
I ain't never learn my lesson
Almost shot dog in his head, I was tempted
Bitch got a fat ass but it's hard
Like a biscuit
I wanna go to the fuckin' Lakers game
I need tickets
I just took a motherfucker off this Earth
He went missin'
I ain't evеn wanted to rap but I did
Cause I was gifted mad as fuck
I coulda knеw some shit that I
Didn't know cause' I ain't listenin'
I just left the titty bar
Cause I ain't feel like tipping
Threw the oop to lil' bro he gon' shit it
I'ma dunk on a nigga, better move out my way
Motherfucker
Bitch I shoot like I stay getting buckets
Ghetto boys, if they ain't rolling with us
Fuck 'em in Atlanta
Me and Moneybagg Yo blowing truffles
See the light in the Benz, they get dark
They change colors watch your friends
Niggas fall off and show they true colors
It ain't nothin' but a Wednesday
I got on two hundred first class
Walkin' through the airport
With Louis luggage
You ain't livin' what you rappin'
Why you askin' for my number?
I can't even swap contacts with
Niggas who ain't hustlin'
Real shit, I'm a different nigga
Make no excuses, we wake up and we go get it
We wake up and we get to it
You was hatin' when it was me
When it was you I was rooting
And I'm forever blessed, ain't
No looking back, nigga, never that
They can offer me a hundred years
And I will never rat this my play watch
Audemars Piguet with the leather strap
Thirty on his melon
They gon' leave him when they catch him at
Prices goin' back down on the work
I might not never rap
Yeah ghetto boys shit, nigga
Free Rio, pussy (Phew)
Yo Skinny, you wilyn' nigga